Every day someone throws at me another feeling, giving me highs and lows that generally only a drug addict ever gets the pleasure to experience. My soul is being torn apart by conflicting forces, one pulling me towards one way, the other dragging me down the abyss. Its becoming an empty spiral of hate and misery, where animosity is the dish that is
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love you mike,
Tay
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